An elderly man with white hair also laughed, seemingly having foreseen Fang Han's tragic end.
"The people from the Poison King Sect are always obedient in front of our Qingxuan Sect. Only a fool like you, oblivious to your own mortality, dares to be so insolent in front of us. You'll regret it later."
A middle-aged man with a refined demeanor also laughed. He was dressed in a blue Taoist robe and held a folding fan, which he gently waved. He seemed elegant, but his words were full of arrogance.
For a moment, the people of Qingxuan Sect were all talking at once, their laughter and mockery intertwined. Their eyes were filled with contempt and ridicule as they looked at Fang Han, as if Fang Han was really just an insignificant ant that could be crushed with a gentle pinch.
In their eyes, the Qingxuan Sect was renowned and powerful; who would dare to provoke them so easily?
However, Fang Han remained calm and composed in the face of the Qingxuan Sect's unrestrained ridicule and humiliation.
He slowly stood up, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his eyes like cold stars, coldly sweeping over the people of Qingxuan Sect and saying: "The area outside the main hall is spacious. If you want to fight, go outside and do it properly. Stop making noise here and saying so much nonsense. My time is precious, and I don't have time to listen to your nonsense here."
"Han Qianxue, since this brat is so reckless, you should go out and exchange a few blows with him. However, don't kill him so easily; let him taste the price for offending our Qingxuan Sect."
Elder Yun Yi finally spoke. His voice was deep and hoarse, as if it came from the deepest hell, exuding a chilling coldness that made people shudder.
Clearly, Fang Han's previous words and actions had thoroughly enraged this veteran expert of the Qingxuan Sect, who wanted Fang Han to pay a heavy price for his recklessness.
"Mr. Fang..."
Lin Yao, the sect leader of the Poison King Sect, frowned deeply, her eyes filled with worry. She leaned closer to Fang Han, lowered her voice, and whispered anxiously, trying to persuade Fang Han not to confront the people of the Qingxuan Sect directly.
In her view, the Qingxuan Sect was powerful and deeply rooted, and to be their enemy would be like throwing an egg against a rock, which was far too dangerous.
However, before Lin Yao could finish speaking, Fang Han acted as if he hadn't heard her and led Fang Yingxue, Fang Qing, Zhou Chi, Ye Qianqian, and Gongsun Yaoqin, walking steadily towards the outside of the main hall.
Seeing this, the Qingxuan Sect members surrounded Elder Yunyi and headed towards the plaza outside.
Liu Ziwei and Lin Yao exchanged a glance, and with no other choice, they followed.
They were filled with worry, yet knew they could not stop the conflict from happening, and could only silently pray that things would not escalate to the worst possible outcome.
The elder of the Discipline Hall, his legs trembling slightly and his face as pale as paper, followed behind them with trepidation.
He knew in his heart that Fang Han was going against the people of Qingxuan Sect. If the people of Qingxuan Sect took their anger out on the Poison King Sect, then the Poison King Sect would probably be doomed and would be instantly devoured by the wrath of Qingxuan Sect.
He was filled with doubt and couldn't understand why Fang Han, who didn't seem to be a hot-headed or reckless person, would do something so "stupid" as to make an enemy of the Qingxuan Sect.
In the blink of an eye, the crowd filed out and arrived at the wide square outside the main hall.
A gentle breeze rustled the clothes of the crowd, but it couldn't dispel the tense atmosphere that hung in the air.
Fang Yingxue, Zhou Chi, Fang Qing, Gongsun Yaoqin, Ye Qianqian, and even Ye Qianqiu all felt their hearts beat faster involuntarily at this moment.
Their eyes held a mixture of nervousness, curiosity, and anticipation.
After all, this was the first time in their lives that they had faced experts from a major sect like the Qingxuan Sect.
Looking up, one could see that the people from the Qingxuan Sect who had come this time were all composed and had sharp eyes, making it clear that they were no ordinary people.
Even Han Qianxue, whose cultivation level was the lowest, had already reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm. The aura emanating from her was powerful and oppressive, far surpassing those of them who were newcomers.
Such a vast difference in strength, while exhilarating, also made them aware of their own limitations. They knew that rashly attacking Fang Han would not only fail to help him but might even become a burden.
Yes, they tacitly chose to step aside and watch quietly, eagerly anticipating how Fang Han would defeat these seemingly invincible Qingxuan Sect experts on his own.
"Kid, show me your weapon!"
Han Qianxue could no longer suppress her fighting spirit. She held her long sword horizontally, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Fang Han. Her fierce aura seemed to pierce Fang Han instantly.
"Alright, I'm waiting for your move."
Fang Han's mind stirred slightly, and in an instant, a cold iron sword appeared in his hand.
The cold iron sword had a dark, unsightly blade, appearing plain and unremarkable.
In Fang Han's mind, using his unparalleled Azure Dragon Sword to deal with an inner disciple of the Azure Profound Sect was a waste of his talents; the Cold Iron Sword in front of him was more than enough.
"You'd better make the first move, otherwise, once I make my move, you won't even have a chance to draw your sword in front of me."
As Han Qianxue spoke, she slowly approached Fang Han. Her eyes...
At this moment, she was filled with contempt, especially after she caught a glimpse of the inconspicuous cold iron sword in Fang Han's hand, this contempt grew wildly like weeds.
She thought to herself that the sword in her hand was a genuine high-grade magic weapon, a rare gem among precious weapons, capable of cutting through iron like mud and indestructible.
In contrast, the sword in Fang Han's hand was dull and ordinary, looking like a common item. Compared to his superior-grade weapon, it was like a toy in a child's hand, utterly vulnerable.
To attempt to fight oneself with such an ordinary weapon is utterly delusional and has absolutely no chance of victory.
"Let's see who doesn't get a chance to make a move."
Fang Han smiled faintly. Before he finished speaking, his figure moved like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Han Qianxue. He swung his cold iron sword, which was like a black lightning bolt, and slashed swiftly towards Han Qianxue.
When he drew his sword, he made no sound at all. The blade sliced through the air as if an ordinary person with no cultivation were casually swinging their arm, without causing the slightest ripple. It was so calm that it was unbelievable.
"You shout all you want, but is this all you've got?"
Seeing that Fang Han's sword strike seemed weak and powerless, Han Qianxue felt a surge of contempt and couldn't help but utter a sarcastic remark.
In her view, Fang Han's so-called attack was nothing more than child's play and not worth mentioning.
Without a second thought, she casually swung her longsword at Fang Han's black iron sword.
She felt that with a casual strike, she could easily sever Fang Han's sword and, taking advantage of the remaining force, instantly leave a deep wound on Fang Han's body.
If Elder Yunyi hadn't given her a heads-up to humiliate Fang Han, she was confident that her full-force sword strike would have been enough to kill Fang Han instantly.
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